The smell of blood filled the entire room, leaving only the smell of death in the training room. Feng Jinglei was lying on the cold stone floor, his eyes wide open, and the expression of surprise and disbelief still remained on his face.
He must have never imagined that as the lord of a city, he would be poisoned and die by having his throat cut with a knife.
This sudden scene was really surprising. Although Li Yanxiang also wanted to die in a violent shock, she didn't want him to die so quickly. Lan Xun hadn't asked him the truth about twelve years ago yet. How could he?
You can die like this!
"How could this happen?" Looking at this scene, Lan Xun was suddenly stunned, "Did he suddenly die? Was he killed?"
Li Yanxiang also found it unbelievable, but the body lying on the ground was indeed shocking. If it was true, he was killed, just like that inexplicably.
Squatting down, Li Yanxiang looked at Bao Jinglei's wounds and couldn't help but said: "He was just killed by someone. His throat was cut with a knife. The person's technique was extremely fast, so he might not even have a chance to react at that time."
If not, he is already dead."
"He's dead? Just like that? How is it possible? He should have died in my hands, how could he be killed by others?" Originally, Bao Jinglei was dead, and now he should be happy, but at this moment
Lan Xun couldn't be happy at all.
After his death, he may never know whether he was the one who instigated the gang of robbers to kill and steal goods for twelve years.
Although she would rather the truth was that Bao Jing Lei was the main messenger, she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.
Bao Jing Lei is dead and no one knows the truth, so she can only ask Li Feng, ask Li Feng? How can she open her mouth? Asking him is tantamount to doubting him, what if what happened twelve years ago has nothing to do with him?
What should I do if it doesn't matter? She didn't want to wrongly accuse her savior.
The problem was once again in a dilemma and became tricky again. Li Yanxiang paid attention to everything in the room, and there seemed to be no trace of a fight at all, indicating that the person who killed Bao Jinglei was a master, an extremely master.
Only such a master would slit the throat of Thunderbolt when others didn't even have a chance to take action.
Recalling the light kung fu master who came in from the collapsed wall and saw him wearing night clothes and quickly climbing over the wall, he seemed to be the most suspicious.
"Could it be..." Li Yanxiang and Lan Xun said at the same time, and they both turned their suspicions to the Qing Kung master.
That person possesses extremely extraordinary Qinggong. Even when he comes around, it's like he's in a deserted place, so he definitely has reason to kill Bao Jing Lei.
Could it be that he guessed it right early on, that he really came for the Lord of the Rings, and that Thunderbolt couldn't get the Ring, so he just killed him with a knife?
Perhaps there is another possibility, that is, Bao Jing Lei also possesses another Lord of the Rings, and that Lord of the Rings is the one that the group of robbers took away from the Lan family twelve years ago. If this is the case,
, the Lord of the Rings must have been taken away by that mysterious Qing Gong master.
Whether it is true or not, no matter how much we speculate here, we will never be able to restore what really happened at the scene.
"Lan Xun, let's leave quickly," Li Yanxiang had a very bad feeling. If she didn't leave here, she might not be able to leave.
"Wait a minute, although Feng Jinglei is dead, I still want to cut off his head and go back to worship my family!" Lan Xun snorted, how could he relieve his anger if he died like this?
"Okay then." Li Yanxiang sighed helplessly. It was hard to say whether Bao Jinglei was an enemy or not. Maybe Lan Xun hoped in his heart that he was the so-called instigator.